The next few days were a bit of a blur. I attended classes, saw some friends, played games and tried to study, but I couldn’t help but feel dazed. I’d sucked and stroked a real cock. I’d guzzled a glass of cum in front of my new mistress. I’d gone past the point of no return now, and I didn’t know what to feel. At night, I’d stroke myself senseless and been the slut I knew I was, but the post-orgasm shame after was relent...